Tranny Got Bone

 And that's why so many people love us!

Sure it looks a little "out of place" but in such a unique juxtaposition, it is unsettlingly interesting if not indescribably beautiful. Yes, bones are beautiful, weather yours or your friend's. One can always appreciate the beauty in a bone's different attributes from the small but mighty to the "O.M.G. that is massive," they all have their good qualities!


This remodel job was cut to the bones, all the plaster and lath skin ripped from them to expose some crappy support for such a pretty house. With a little thought, some massive beams were installed and many of the homes bones were removed or rearranged. We disguised the bones that couldn't be changed.
 Quick Tip - The small but mighty: Shims - you can cut them "long grain" if you just need to position something, like a window jamb but cut them short grain (that is to have the grain standing up) to support weight. End grain is extremely strong in compression.

My old house desperately needs a remodel but even if I had many thousands of dollars to spend on the cosmetics, the bones of the structure will remain and ultimately cause the finish to be flawed. Still, a cut here and there, some filler and a few tricks of the trade could turn this misshapen carcase into a magical castle.

I may never be able to afford this expensive endeavour. The house may collapse before I'm able, so I will live in it with all its imperfections and gracefully ignore the rude comments made by those on the outside who cannot or will not see the inside. I will remember the kindness of those who have seen the inside and deem this domicile worthy and I will aspire to be as beautiful as those who have never seen it but are able to love this old shack anyway.

What I most love about this journey of transition and of age is what I've been taught, so far.

The main thing -
It is all about love and forgiveness. The best thing one can do here on Earth, is to forgive and love. I understand now.
I'll be hating my life, then remember to forgive, to try to understand, remember that everyone is hurting... Everybody needs some love and understanding and everyone deserves at least a little bit. To give that is such freedom. It is freeing to love and forgive.

Other stuff -
Ya could be wrong.
Me, you and everybody else have our particular ways of thinking and processing our perceptions. That limits our understanding on a large scale. Do you know anyone who thinks exactly the way you do? That makes the odds of completely understanding someone high and in some instances, impossible. Even so, we can learn to love them and sometimes love someone to the point of our own purgatory.

If you think along these lines, how society perpetuates its beliefs, it is a wonder that things are so miserable! Don't most of us want the same thing?
Sure we do, it's just a fucked up world. I guess that's the thing. I'm sure that every parent raises their child to be better than they were, so it must go wrong while we grow up among people outside our nurturing homes. Our ways of thinking are developed in a world filled with the oblivious thoughts and actions of our peers and our equally oblivious reactions. Only education and/or experience eventually bring change.

It isn't their fault or ours, these unwritten laws exist as a barrier which, before we were even born, were constructed by society. In Nature versus Nurture, I have to disagree with at least some of the Nurture part. If I were really a product of my nurturing, I would be a man...You know, because I was born with just the wrong amount of testosterone to give me some male characteristics and because of that, I was raised as a male.
Thicker skin is a good thing.
I've always had this problem with being assertive. Doormat material. Little things used to hurt more but now I'm used to the comments I've heard since Tranny Bootcamp so many years ago.



Random Phrases Recently Heard:

While putting suitcases in the truck: "Yea, but Look how strong she is!" (at least he said "she!"
Shouted from the porch I was driving past: " Look at that guy!"
And from the porch neighboring the job site: "You look gross!"
But the phrase I hear the most is "Look at those guns!" And they're not talking about my pubescent breasts, they're referring to my muscular arms.

I am not a guy. I'm not a woman in most people's eyes but I'm certainly not a guy. I am somewhere between male and female and I am both.
I'm not gross, either. Maybe unattractive but not gross.

But what beautiful things are said to my face!
You're gorgeous. (from a friend)
You're very beautiful! (another friend)
You have gorgeous arms! (said in all seriousness by a man sitting at the bar, watching me play pool)
You have a beautiful body, better than mine! (said by an attractive young lady)


End of Aunt May's ramble.
Carry on and keep smiling through the rain; the sun does come out again!